Mind is the master power that molds and makes,
And we are Mind, and evermore we take
The tool of thought, and shaping what we will,
Bring forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills,
We think in secret, and it comes to pass -
Our world is but our looking glass.
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Sitting here staring at the computer screen,
moments shared flashing across,
bringing me to the past,
your face resurfaced in my mind.
Listening to soft instrumental music,
memories built swirling around,
tugging at my heart insistently,
your warmth and gentleness hugged me.
Pausing all my actions in mid motion,
images locked unfolding once more,
stirring bittersweet emotions,
your presence never left me.
Shuffling among the good memories,
open conversations stimulating my heart,
reaffirming my love for you once more,
your sincerity kissed my soul.
Smiling sweetly at no one,
visions created mingling happily,
filling me up with hopes and wishes,
your future links intricately with mine.
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